summer nights
From sweltering to blissfully cool... this is the norther midwestern summer. Humidity is low, sunshine is bright, everything is leafy and alive. What better time to read on a screened porch? I've just finished The Great Gatsby after seeing the recent movie adaptation in St. Louis with my friend Ellen from 7th grade. Who is also an English professor. The movie was close enough to the book that it's a bit like re-reading with the images already in my head. What I notice from the language alone is how very shallow the connection between Daisy and Gatsby really seems to be. As a teenager, I infused her coyness with my imagination of depth, but if you read the words on the page they are surprisingly flat. It's obvious from the first moment that Daisy comes to the cottage that she's used to (and thrilled by) people falling in love with her, a chaotic penchant if there ever was one. Ultimately, it strikes me that the phrase "first ...